I did, however, dig up a photo from 2006 when I did have a moustache. I grew it because I was doing research in some of the most rural parts of the Beauce and Estrie regions of Quebec. My first visit was moustacheless and, I have to say, I felt more estranged than when I hit the Rio de Janeiro dance floors with seven black girls from New Jersey. A moustache was all it took and people were letting me smoke in bars (which was illegal) and drink Laurentide until I didn’t know an Eastern Cottonwood from a Trembling Aspen.

But growing a moustache is serious business and, if I learned anything from the 1:21 I spent watching the trailer for La Moustache, it’s that you should take a picture of your moustache everyday or you’ll end up crying in the shower with your life in shambles. And if you send one of those photos in to jeremy@radarlake.com, as our contribution to Movember, RadarLake is going to pitch in $20 for the charity of the best moustache this side of October. We accept any category of moustache recognized by the World Beard and Moustache Championships. We wish we could set up a runway like they did at the 2007 World Beard and Moustache Championships (I call the moustache at 0:29 the Usain Bolt) but we’ll have to settle for a post dedicated to all the moustaches received before November 23. After that date we’ll post all entries on this site along with the link to donate to their ‘stache. The winner will be determined by popular vote.

Send a photo of your moustache to jeremy@radarlake.com to enter. Bonus points if your moustache has a catch phrase. We promise, no gender testing.